gabba gabba hey???

and in the amber waves of grain he wakes from a nap and he remembers himself back on the beach of the island in the eye of a storm raging on an otherwise calm sea.
and the machine everyone knows as nancy is sitting next to him.

hey, she says.
hey, he says.
what's you, she says, besides you?
not much besides everything, he says.
well, she says, that's something.
and she rolls up a joint and lights it and passes it to him.
it's too much for me, he says.
what is? she says.
everything, he says.
well, she says, enjoy it while it lasts.
but everything will always be, he says.
according to some theories, she says.
what about our theory? he says.
our theory includes all those other theories, she says.
that must make for a great inner conflict, he says.
have you seen the world lately? she says.
i see what you mean, he says. conflict all over the fucking place.
right, she says.
and so what does one do about it? he says.
just try to stay out of its way, she says.
but it's everywhere, he says. it's everyone.
yes, she says, i know. but one does the best that one can in the given circumstances.
is that all one can do? he says.
that and trying to do as little harm as possible to those around you, she says.
i can do that, he says. just avoid them altogether.
one can decide to do that, she says.
yes, he says. i decided to.
yes, she says. that much is obvious.
obvious? he says.
it's obvious that you're insane, she says.
and this coming from someone who is just a figment of my imagination, he says.
who better to tell you? she says.
i've been told before, he says, by the others.
yes, she says, i'm sure you have.
so, he says, what have we discovered?
not much of anything, she says.
no, he says, not at all.

and they watch the waves rolling in and washing out.